I am tired.

But how can i rest on a stomach full of worries? I mean, its the doubt thats gonna get me. I cant see anything, even standing on the tips of my toes. Everything is a blur. Everything is nothing is an understood way. What could make me feel any better with my feathers all furrowed? The slopes always too steep for casual talk, so I have to scream to get my point out to someone. But, honestly, I need to stop doing that...you know...drifting. I'm always stuck wondering why nothing works the way its supposed to. Myself included. I guess i've gotten used to the let down. Its like clockwork, and time ruins everything. im not happy about that, im not happy about anything right now.

*fuck this flock.
for now,
this was just a quick fix.